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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.