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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.