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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.