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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.