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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
CMW,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.