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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.