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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Can,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.