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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.