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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.