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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
MDC,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.