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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.