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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.