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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.