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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.