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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Swans,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.