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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Pole,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.