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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.