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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.