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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.