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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Q65,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.