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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.