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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Magma,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.