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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.