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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Model 500 to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.