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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.