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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.