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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Move to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.