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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.