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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.