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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.