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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.