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 Austria 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.