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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.