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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.