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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.