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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.