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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.