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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
AZ,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.