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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.