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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.