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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.