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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.