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 Italy and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.