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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.