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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.