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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.