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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.