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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.