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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.