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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
MC5,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.