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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Magma,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.