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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.