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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
PIL,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.