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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.