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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.