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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.