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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.