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 Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.