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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.