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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.