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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.