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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.