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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
10cc,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.