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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.