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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.