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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.