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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.