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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.