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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.