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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.