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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.