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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.