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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.