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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.