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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.