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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.