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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.