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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Index to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.