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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.