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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
MC5,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.