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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.