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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.