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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
ABBA,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.