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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.