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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.