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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
DNA,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.