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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.