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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.