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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Echospace 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.