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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.