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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Urselle,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.