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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.