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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
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.