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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.