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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Technova,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.