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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.