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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.