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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Vogues,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.