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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.