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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.