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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.