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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.