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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.