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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.