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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.