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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.