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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Technova,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
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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.