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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.