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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Victims,
Erasure,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.