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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.