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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.