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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.