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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.