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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.