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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.