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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.