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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.