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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.