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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.