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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.