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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
June Days,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.