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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.