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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.