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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.