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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.