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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.