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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.