Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.