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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.