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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
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Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.