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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.