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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.