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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.