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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.