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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.