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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.