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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Crime,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.