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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.