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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.