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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Names,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.