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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Franke,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.