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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.