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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.