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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.