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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.