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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.