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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.