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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Television,
Monolake,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.