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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.