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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.