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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.