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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.