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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.