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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.