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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.