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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Josef K to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.