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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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 J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.