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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Nas,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.