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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.