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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Franke,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.