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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.