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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.