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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.