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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.