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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.