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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.