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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.