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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Pole,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.