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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.