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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.