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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.