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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Pagans,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.