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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.