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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.