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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Remains,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.