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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.