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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.