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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.