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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.