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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.