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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.