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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.