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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.