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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.