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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.