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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Martian,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.