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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
X-102,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.