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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.