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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.