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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Monolake,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.