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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.