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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.