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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.