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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.