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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.