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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.