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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Sound,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.