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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.