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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.