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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Ronan,
PIL,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.