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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.