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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.