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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Nas,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.