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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.