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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.