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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.