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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.