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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.