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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.