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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Kayak,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.