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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.