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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.