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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Rapeman,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.