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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.