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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.