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 Palau and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
World's Most,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.