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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.