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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
MC5,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.