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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.