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 Syria 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.