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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.