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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
X-102,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.