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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.