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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.