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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.