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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.