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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.