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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.