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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.