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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
DNA,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.