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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Interpol,
cv313,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
UT,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.