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 Cameroon 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.