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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.