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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Japan,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.