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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.