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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.