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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.