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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Inner City to the techno 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.