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 Germany 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Kayak,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.