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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.