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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.