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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Technova,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.