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 India and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Japan to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.