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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.