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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.