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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.