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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Slits,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.