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 Guinea 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 London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.