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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.