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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.