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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.