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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.