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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.