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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.