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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.