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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
UT,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.