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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Pantytec,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.