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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.