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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.