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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.