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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.