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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.