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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.