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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
X-102,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.