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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Cluster,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.