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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
UT,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.