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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Organ,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.