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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.