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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Index,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.