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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Nas,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.