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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Associates,
MDC,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.