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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.