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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.