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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Saints,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.