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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.