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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.