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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Television,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.