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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.