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 Philippines and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.