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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.