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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.