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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
EPMD,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.