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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.