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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.