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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.