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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.