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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.