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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.