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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.