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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.