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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.