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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.