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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 CMW to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.