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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.