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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.