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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.