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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.