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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.