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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Selecter,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.