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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.