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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
X-101,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The 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.