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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.