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 Panama and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Names,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.