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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.