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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.