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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.