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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Magazine,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.