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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.