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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.