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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.