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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.