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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.