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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Inner City,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.