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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.