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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.