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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.