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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.