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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.