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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.