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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.