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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.