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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.