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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.