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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Shoche,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.