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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Index,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.