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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.