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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Qualms 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
JFA,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.