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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.