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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.