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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Gories,
Magma,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.