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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.