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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.