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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.