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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Organ,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Little Man,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.