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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.