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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.