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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.