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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.