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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.