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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sandy B 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.