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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.