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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.