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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.