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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.