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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.