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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.