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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.