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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.