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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.