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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.