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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Television,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.