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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.