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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.