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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.