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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.