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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.