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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.