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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.