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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.