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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.