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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.