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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Move,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.