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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.