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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.