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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.