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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s 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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.