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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Organ,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.