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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.