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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.