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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Magma,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.