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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Can,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Ten City,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.