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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.