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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.