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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.