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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.