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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.