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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.