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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.