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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.