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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.