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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.