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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.