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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Audionom,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.