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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.