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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.