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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.