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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.