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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Victims,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.