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 India and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.