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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.