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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.