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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.