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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
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.