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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Gladiators 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.