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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.