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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.