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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.