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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.