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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
ABC,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.