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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.