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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.