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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.