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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.