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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.