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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Franke,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.