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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.