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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.