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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.