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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.