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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.