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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.