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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.