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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.