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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.