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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.