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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Cluster,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.