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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.