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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
New Order,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.