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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.