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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.