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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Saints,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.