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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
10cc,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Index,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.