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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.