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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.