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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.