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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.