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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.