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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.