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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.