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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.