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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Visage,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.