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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.