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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.