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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.