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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 electroclash 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.