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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.