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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.