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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.