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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Index,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.