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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Whodini,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.