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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.