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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.