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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.