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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.