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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.