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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.