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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.