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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.