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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.