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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
ABC,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.