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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.