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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.