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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.