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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Q65,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.