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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.