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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.