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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.