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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.