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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.