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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.