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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Japan,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.