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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.