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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.