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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Fear,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.