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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.