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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Franke,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.