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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 London and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Franke,
New Order,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Nas,
the Germs,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.