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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.