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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.