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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.