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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Associates,
Television,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.