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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Ronan,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.