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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.