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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.