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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.