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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.