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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.