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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.