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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.