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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.