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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.