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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
UT,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.