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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.