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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.