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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.