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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.