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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.