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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.