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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Nico,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.