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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.