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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.