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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.