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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.