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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
The Human League,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.