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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.