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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.