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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.