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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.