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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Television,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.