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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
a-ha,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.