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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.