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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.