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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.