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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.