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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.