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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.