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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.