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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.