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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.