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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.