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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.