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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.